because if anyone's gonna write the abigogo smut, it might as well be me; initiative is a good quality to have within an author
disclaimer: I don't own the copyrighted material within
Abigail laves her tongue over her e-cigarette for the tenth time in five minutes and Gogo can't concentrate on her homework due to that damned tongue.
It's not just her tongue either, it's her lips, because they're getting swollen and red from Abigail's licking and oral fixations flatter perfect mouths ever so prettily. Tongue and lips, flashes of bright white teeth, and Gogo wants to run her own tongue against them, feel how smooth they are in contrast to Abigail's rattling moans.
Gogo clenches her fists and tries to focus on electromagnetic propulsion systems but she can't because Abigail makes noise too, it can't be heard over the general ruckus and J-Pop of Nene's bar but Gogo's ears pull in every slurp and suckle. It's times like these where Gogo wonders what having a cock would be like, if only to see those lips wrapped around her, tongue laving and teeth flashing and Abigail's eyes gazing multidimensions up.
Gogo's gotten those eyes half lidded a few times before, when she's pressed Abigail up against a wall and rubbing her thigh upwards into a heat her fingers and tastebuds crave. Not yet though, there hasn't been a good time for that, and Gogo's Hitachi can buzz away the fervent fantasies. But Gogo catches a soft little sigh leaving Abigail's as she pulls away the e-cig and a wet pop too, and
and it sounded like oh
Gogo flips her book shut and hides her face in her hands, willing a blush down. Abigail's hosting her own private porno to her left, but they're not the only ones in the bar, and the youngest server is only 12. How much trouble would she be in if she bent Abigail over the counter and stuck her hand down those yoga pants, tease out the wetness that's now threatening to soak between Gogo's legs? Abigail has such a nice ass too, Gogo wants to bite down all over her and taste those rattling moans that she knows she can draw out.
"Gogo?" Gogo turns to Abigail's voice and she's concerned, e-cig mouthpiece resting against a plump bottom lip and Gogo wants to suck at it. "Are you ok?"
"Peachy," and Abigail tastes like peaches sometimes, chocolate another, and Gogo wonders what she would taste like between those perfect thighs. Gogo crosses her legs when heat pulses a needy rhythm, and she chews on her gum to cover up Abigail's near-silent breaths, her tongue absently flicking towards that damn mouth piece.
Abigail goes back to her research and her oral fixation, and Gogo lets herself watch. She grows heady from the innocent sight, from how badly she just wants to tear off that cardigan and press their breasts together. Abigail groans at whatever high concept bullshit is in her textbook and groans and the sound rattles in her throat ever just so
and Gogo can't take it, she turns away and stifles her own moan
and meets Nene's eyes.
Shit, Gogo flushes a mortified red because Nene's going to notice her forced even breaths and clenched fists and legs crossed deadlock together. Nene looks at her, then at Abigail sucking away, then back at Gogo, and doesn't say a word. No, she passes by, cleaning the counter, and discreetly leaves a key under Gogo's backpack. The key goes upstairs to Nene's room, and no way, no fucking way
"I'm so sorry," Nene apologizes when she knocks a glass of water all over Abigail's legs.
"Nah, it's alright," Abigail laughs off Nene's rushed apologies, and Gogo knows there's no way Nene could be so clumsy. "I have extra pants, I'll just go to the bathroom."
Gogo stands up and intercedes, "I'll go with you," and asks Nene, "Bathroom's upstairs, right?"
Nene nods, and goes about her business when Gogo half leads half pushes Abigail up the stairs. She unlocks the bedroom door without hesitation and shuts the door quickly and quietly, before anyone could know. Abigail notices the bed and asks while licking that fucking e-cig, "Wait, why are we—"
Gogo pushes Abigail onto the bed and straddles her. She murmurs against Abigail's cheek, "Gotta change your pants, remember? Here's a bit more private."
And she takes the e-cig and rolls it away so she can finally get at that perfect mouth. Abigail's still a bit slow when Gogo laps at her mouth but she finally gets the picture and moans against Gogo's mouth. Her lips part and Gogo sucks, licks, bites down and marks Abigail's oral fixation for herself. And such a wicked tongue, Gogo's eyes roll back in a thrill when Abigail's tongue slides in and twists barrel rolls and sonic booms against Gogo's. Her teeth are as slick as steel and Abigail tastes like honey peach ozone, and Gogo pulls back with an obscene pop to lap at the saliva streaking at Abigail's chin.
She follows down Abigail's neck with her tongue, careful not to nip too hard and delighting in the feather moans vibrating in Abigail's throat. Her pulse throbs and begs Gogo to suck at it, and Abigail keens under Gogo's lips, "Oh god, yes."
"Gods have nothing to do with this," Gogo teases when she slides hands up Abigail's back. She has a sports bra on today and that won't do at all, Gogo tugs and Abigail's arms rise up so Gogo can rip that damn cardigan off with everything else. Abigail's chest is heaving and her breasts do little bounces, Gogo exhales and watches her nipples harden. Abigail shivers and Gogo licks her lips, "But if they are, they've blessed me a hundred times over."
She bites Abigail's collarbone and drags blunt nails all over Abigail's skin, delighting when she catches against scars. She likes the rough edges, how she can smooth down hurts and relish in how many times death has failed to pin down Abigail Callaghan. No, the only thing pinning her down is Gogo, Gogo's hands on her hips and thigs clamped around Abigail's and Gogo's lips seek out a nipple and Gogo flames with needy lust when Abigail moans her name. Oh yes, she can feel Abigail's tongue playing with the syllables of her name, her lips forming pleas to the beat of Gogo's suckling, and their body heat seeps through Gogo's shirt and fills her with comfort.
But not too much comfort. She pulls back to rip off her own shirt and bra and presses down against Abigail, seeking out those perfect lips again. She bites, teeth clacking as Gogo dry humps against Abigail, and if there's a hint of copper in that honey peach ozone it only makes Gogo want to fuck Abigail harder. She presses a soft kiss to Abigail's cheeks before sliding down to her thighs, and she can smell Abigail's arousal, taste her own desire explode.
Gogo peels off her yoga pants and presses her palm over Abigail's sex, pressing a kiss to a scar edging over a hipbone. Abigail jerks into her mouth and begs, and Gogo can't decide if she should draw out teases like Abigail's drawn out private porno, or get right to indulging this perfect body. Gogo hears Abigail lick her lips and rattle "Gogo, please" deep in her throat, and Gogo gulps. Straight to indulging them, before she creams her own pants.
Off the boyshorts go, Gogo's leggings and underwear with them, and Gogo leans in to nuzzle Abigail's curls. Shaking fingers run through Gogo's hair and send spirals shivering down her spine to her sloshing core, and Gogo whispers, "Because you asked nicely" before laving her tongue up Abigail's folds.
Abigail arcs her back and cries out, and she does taste like honey peach ozone down here too, but so much headier, muskier, nameless tastes that make Gogo moan herself. And she's so lovely, Gogo worships the apex of her body with her mouth with one hand sliding up to pinch at a nipple and the other massaging a twitching waist. She waits before licking at her clit, making sure she's nice and wet before setting off that bundle of nerves, and Gogo gasps at Abigail's soft, breathless chanting
"Gogo, Gogo, Gogo" over and over and Gogo hasn't even touched herself but she's ready to get off at making this woman come apart into her mouth, at pleasuring Abigail in all the ways she deserved to be
Gogo slides her tongue into Abigail and licks upward against her walls, seeking that which Gogo abuses for her own pleasure. Abigail gasps and her chanting devolves into needy moans and whimpers that encourage Gogo to add fingers to the mix. First one, then two, then three and her tongue back on Abigail's clit so her fingers could curl against Abigail's g spot at the same time. Abigail's not even making noise by this point, but her body thrums and burns and shakes under Gogo and
and yeah, Gogo would want a cock just for the purpose of sliding in thick and hot into Abigail, fucking her into the mattress relentlessly until Abigail's a shrieking squirting mess beneath her
and Abigail cries out Gogo's name, gushing hot onto her wrist. Gogo smirks, glad her little deviant thoughts could coax such a sight, and rocks Abigail through her orgasm until Abigail's pushing at Gogo's head. Gogo pulls out and sucks her fingers, lightheaded and so pleased with herself
Abigail's hands curl around Gogo's neck so she could pull her in for a kiss. Abigail sticks her tongue into Gogo's mouth and Gogo gasps then a shivering knee slides up to rub at her aching core. Nails path burning trails down Gogo's back and Abigail lightly squeezes Gogo's ass before both hands are between Gogo's legs, and oh gods oh my
"So good," Abigail moans against Gogo's lips and that's all she can hear besides the blood pumping at her sex, Abigail's tongue gently lapping sweat from Gogo's neck all she can feel besides slender fingers rubbing and sliding in all the ways that Gogo's can't. Four fingers in and out, a thumb practicing kanji against her clit and there's the g spot there's another spot there's everything at once and it burns so wetly that Gogo wants to cry
"Gogo," Abigail moans her name against her pulse, "I love you," and Gogo comes bright and loud on top of her. She shakes and writhes and it's embarrassing how high her voice gets, but Abigail's the only one to hear it and good, that's the only person that sound is for.
Abigail strokes her down until Gogo slides away onto her side, and Gogo pulls Abigail to her chest. Gogo grins into Abigail's hair all sorts of giddy-like and runs wet fingers along Abigail's skin, laughing when Abigail whines, "Don't pinch my butt, that's rude."
"But it's so perfect," Gogo swirls her hands back around and up so they could cup Abigail's face, "Next time I'm focusing on those."
Abigail shivers, "Next time I'm investing in a dildo."
"I have a Hitachi we could share."
"Ooh, that's nice, don't let me forget."
And with Abigail sighing against her breast and their legs tangling together, Gogo's mind is clear enough to see a thousand galaxies in. She strokes Abigail's hair and imagines the thrum of electromagnets between them, and doesn't quite fall asleep but feels so rested all the same.
When they finally wash up, stuff Nene's covers into her tiny washing machine and spray three bottles of air freshener until springtime breezes banish away the last of sex, Gogo leads Abigail downstairs. Their sodas have been refilled and their belongings protected against asshole freshmen, and Gogo drops the key in Nene's apron.
Nene doesn't react, only smiles a bit when Abigail holds Gogo's hand. Gogo opens up her textbook, intent on finishing her assignment, and Abigail puts in a new e-cig cartridge; if Gogo shivers just a tiny bit when Abigail's tongue laps against the mouth piece, the only ones who notice either are too discreet to point it out, or already thinking about other uses of oral fixations.
This takes place some time after an as-of-yet unwritten drabble in The Jishinko Chronicles. If you're like me and impatient for Abigogo action, you're the reason why this was written lol